"Play it!!!"
Tengen Uzui's roar, like a conductor's final stroke at the most impassioned passage of a symphony, became the final command that set the entire battlefield ablaze.
Standing above the ruins, the purple deity shrouded in raging lightning heard the signal.
Or rather, this was precisely what it had been waiting for.
At the Thunder God's core, Uesugi Sasuke's scarlet Mangekyō Sharingan held neither sorrow nor joy, like an icy abyss.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing layer upon layer of lightning to lock onto the hideous demon whom Tengen Uzui had pinned firmly in place with his life and honor.
The next second, the purple Thunder God raised its right arm.
Bzzzzzzzz-!!!
As though all the lightning in the universe had been summoned at that moment, it converged madly on the palm of Susanoo's right hand in defiance of the laws of physics.
The air wailed, and space twisted.
It was no longer the chirping of a thousand birds, but the death shriek of hundreds of millions of thunderbirds crying out at once, enough to tear souls apart!
A sphere of highly compressed, pure lightning, radiating destruction, formed and swelled in Susanoo's palm. Its radiance eclipsed even the Thunder God itself, turning the night over all of Yoshiwara into blinding daylight!
"Wh... what is that..."
Held fast by Tengen Uzui, Gyutaro felt the terrifying pressure descending from above, enough to erase his very existence. For the first time, pure fear replaced the brutality and savagery on his face.
He wanted to flee, to break free.
But Tengen Uzui's twin blades were like shackles welded to his sickles. The blood-soaked man on the verge of death unleashed such strength that Gyutaro could not budge him an inch!
"You're kidding... you've got to be kidding!"
Gyutaro let out